23 April, 2024


Truth Or Falsity, Or Is It The Communal Divide?

By Ravi Perera

Ravi Perera

Ravi Perera

Any intelligent person will agree that communal politics have been the bane of this country. Instead of looking at issues from a national point of view , the communal perspective encourages  a narrower approach, each  group claiming  as  large a piece of the pie as an entitlement  , indifferent to the consequences to the whole. It reduces men to the lowest definition; their particularities are emphasized while ignoring commonalities with the rest. The idea of a nation ought to bind people together in a common identity. Communal politics on the other hand weakens the ties of nationhood, every group harping on their differences while following their own trajectory.

But when we look at an individual as an economic being, it is obvious  that he is  not primarily this or that racial category ,but only a human being wanting to be happy during his short life on earth. His burdens are heavy and sorrows many.

Who has benefitted from the divisiveness of communalism or for that matter even from the tribalism inherent in party politics as practiced by some? Have all these narrow definitions blinded us to the reality of the true division, that of the powerful and the powerless, the only division that matters in our society today?

Recently I came across a young Muslim man whose story is typical of the millions who live and toil in this country. Faith, language or even his particular view of the world had little to do with his daily struggles. By no means were the problems of his life exceptional or dramatic. In fact it is the commonplaceness of his life which touched me. To my mind the courage with which he went on had far more nobility than the puffed up drama with which our public figures are often portrayed in this country.

I will call him Altaff for ease of reference.

What caught my interest first was the devotion with which Altaff was attending to his work. He was a printer by vocation and was working in partnership with a friend of mine who owned the Press. I had given them some work which had deadlines to adhere to. Nothing was too steep an obstacle for Altaff. He worked long and diligent hours breaking only to go to a nearby Mosque to pray and in the afternoons for lunch. When the small printing machine ran out of ink Altaff was immediately on his motor cycle to Nugegoda looking for cartridges. When the machine blew a fuse Altaff was on the phone getting guidenance from an Electrician while fixing it himself. On certain days he worked late into the night, without any encouragement from either of us, only mentioning that he needs to earn some quick money for a family need.

In the course of this work I came to know some aspects of the life story of this 27 year old young man, already a father of two. Like in any such casual acquaintanceship I do not have a complete picture but can only speak to pieces of information volunteered by Altaff, willy-nilly.

Altaff is from Nittambuwa and is married to a girl from Beruwela, where he resides now. Apparently he has a brother in India studying theology with the idea of becoming a Muslim cleric one day. Meanwhile, his mother developed a cancer which requires regular treatment at the Maharagama Cancer Hospital. The father was not mentioned and I assume is deceased. To work, Altaff rides daily on his motorcycle from Beruwela.

One day he told us that his mother had come to the Maharagama Cancer Hospital for treatment and that he would be taking her that evening to Nittambuwa on his motorcycle. Later he would ride back to Beruwela. It poured continuously that evening and we could only sympathize with the plight of Altaff and his mother on their way to Nittambuwa.

On another day, Altaff had been stopped on the way to work by the Police for, what I understood from his version of the event, an offence defined as “speeding on a pedestrian crossing”. In the absence of any harm to a person or property I thought the charge extremely technical. But Altaff had to sort it out in court in order to get his license back, time he could ill-afford to lose.

Without appearing to be prying I asked Altaff about the urgent family need for which he was diligently collecting money.  His brother in India had now qualified in Theology, and both his mother and Altaff were planning to attend the convocation ceremony there. Travel required Passports, foreign currency and other expenses. For the Indian Visa apparently the applicant must show a minimum of Rs. 50,000 in his bank account. The financial aspects of the trip were Altaff’s responsibility.

Altaff is no different to the thousands of Aravindas and Aruls, the young men of other communities, who struggle in like manner to make ends meet. Only God knows how difficult their lives are. A third world wage is hardly adequate to meet daily needs, even if they were basic. Those like Altaff who are more or less self-employed live from “jobs” like what I gave them. These are infrequent and there is cut-throat competition among the service providers vying for these jobs. And, it is the Altaffs of the world who face the realities of living in an underdeveloped country the most: crowded roads, poor transport, shoddy services, an insensitive public sector, corrupt officials and archaic systems.

So, who is the exploiter, who is the enemy? Is it the Altaffs, Aruls or Aravindas who constitute the threat from the counterparts’ standpoint?

Altaff is only one among the millions of the grey figures we pass on the road; irrelevant and unnoticed. Their private pains and anguish are given little value compared to the lives of public figures blown up and lionized by the popular culture.  Dressed in immaculate white, travelling in convoys of vehicles, surroundered by eager supporters their engagements are the true stuff of high drama. This is where the “American Dream “of wealth, power and comfort resides. Its characters  whiz in to places , get on  stages, fondle babies, make rousing speeches , then hand over things like certificates, food parcels, books, title deeds etc to an ecstatic public and then back to their limousines and on their way to the next drama. It is not for them to have the small thoughts and ambitions of the Altaffs of the world. Their preoccupations are of the big stage: Statecraft, constitutional amendments, international pressures and the far-reaching conflicts of history.

Only the other day I noticed a large poster of the president on a CTB bus. It was a message from a union affiliated with the ruling party, meant to be from the elector to the elected. In Sinhala, the wording read, abject and humble “we know gratitude …” On a State owned asset, run by a by a loss making, inefficient organization, a political message was being carried openly.

Looked at through the ethos of the reigning political culture, for them who have reached the dizzy heights of power ,  divisions of philosophy, ideology or even personal values are of no concern. As the recent Mangala Samaraweera episode   showed us, he has the option of being a Minister from either political party, the choice is his! No one can claim that Mr. Samaraweera’s political career has been a shining beckon in a gloomy landscape. On the contrary he is known as a certain kind of political operative and a propagandist. Evidently these are highly valued capabilities. Then we had Dayasiri Jayasekera ,the Chief Minister of the Wayamba province  inviting members of the opposition to join him , with the  words “ You can only criticize from the Opposition, come join us in the government and do some ‘work’ ”. It is that simple.

The true division of our society is here. It is not communal. It is the division between a simple sad truth and a gaudy big lie.

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  • 1

    I think that you have got it all wrong.

    TNA will be backing MR in this elections as they respect the LTTE particularity their way of blowing up the enemy and themselves together – because communal hatred is far more important.

    The central committee of the TNA has recently decided that the best way to fix the Sinhalese for good is to re-elect their own Prabaharan.

    They will announce this soon as a decision taken in the best interest of the Tamil people as the best way to fix the Sinhalese.

    • 0

      Thank you for your perceptive article.
      It is best to ignore people who adorn themselves with name like Kiri Yakas proliferating in this forum assume themselves to be know more they can possibly know. For an intelligent discussion to take place, this is important.
      If you are to speak you mind out seriously and honestly it is best to remember that bullying boorishness and raw prejudice that seeks to crush out the tender shoots of reasoned argument is just empty rhetoric.

  • 0

    Uthungan, this a sensitive artcle. But the auther is in denial of the deep communalism that divides this island. Best not o live in denyal.Mahanama brain washed the budhist monks with deeply racist un budhist ideology.Sinhalese culture has racism baked into it. So is it for the Tamils who sent other peoples children to death to seek racist reprisal. We are an uncouth racist nation.

    It is a very big lie to deny it. And a dumb thing too.

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